A Really Horrifying Story

At night, while getting ready for bed, I watch a lot of TV shows like "Forensic Files" and "Body of Evidence" where real life crime situations are solved through the efforts of hardworking police personnel and profilers and the bad guy is almost always caught. These shows are cool because they are so overly dramatized, and they also repeat the few facts at hand about 47 times during the 11 minutes of showtime, so that even if you watch 3 minutes of the program you know exactly everything that happens.

These shows are great for falling asleep to.

The other night I saw the most horrifying of these shows ever. A woman expecting a baby got a phone call from another woman who said she mistakenly received some of the items from her online baby registry. Apparently woman #2 had a similar name to woman #1, and also had an online baby registry, so someone clicked the wrong button and VOILA! At this point, even though she was 6 days past her due date, woman #1 drove to pick up her gifts from woman #2's house. (Woman #2 was also apparently very pregnant and woman #1 felt bad?) She ended up doing this twice, two days in a row, after the second part of the shipment came in, only the second time woman #2 pulled a knife and attacked poor woman #1. At this point Woman #1 was forced to fight for her life, and in the struggle woman #2 was stabbed and died. Woman #1 was rushed to the hospital, but was then held questioning and treated as a suspect in the murder case. It turned out that woman #2 was actually NOT pregnant, was actually a bit insane, had faked many pregnancies in the past, and it looked like she was going to remove the baby from woman #1's body and then keep it as her own, based on the baby stuff in her place and medical equipment found in various diaper bags. So five days after the fight for her life, woman #1 gave birth with police outside her door just in case she was a murderer.

Isn't that so scary? I mean, the woman was TWELVE DAYS PAST HER DUE DATE! Does no one see the horror here?

Seriously, I worry about going past my due date, and I also worry that this baby will be huge. I mean, Nick was 6 pounds 13 ounces. Nate was 7 pounds 15 ounces. And I swear there was a difference. I mean, if you're choosing an oven roaster chicken the extra pound doesn't mean THAT much, does it? But What if you then see a 10 pound chicken? Then there is a slight difference. What if this one just happens to be closer to, oh... 9 pounds? The baby, not the chicken.